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On the other side of the mirror is, apparently, a hexagonal corridor with a metal grate for a floor, unnaturally harsh white light shining up from beneath it. The walls and ceiling are paneled in some stranger black material. The air smells…weird. He feels lighter, as though his body is suddenly a third of its usual weight, because in fact it is.
Within seconds of his arrival, an alarm goes off. “Intruder, level four,” says a disembodied voice in a language he doesn’t recognize at all.
“What the fuck?” he says, in Taldane. He didn’t really mean to say it in Taldane but it came out that way.
"I apologize for not having been able to warn you. Is this spell not commonplace here? I think I must be from very far away, if this is a ship it's very different from any I've heard of."
“Spells aren’t real.” The language he’s speaking insists otherwise. “—well, they’re not real here. Where…are you from? Are you actually human or are you just choosing to look that way?”
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